My Ares Son-in-Law

Old Bai's body trembled slightly, his hands unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The woman remained calm and composed, her slender fingers gently uncorking the bottle, her movements as elegant as if she were playing a soothing melody.

Immediately afterwards, she turned her wrist slightly, and a round, brown pill rolled out of the bottle and landed steadily in her fair, jade-like palm.

She merely glanced at the pill with her deep, beautiful eyes, as clear as the night sky, her gaze seemingly able to penetrate the surface of the pill and perceive its inner essence.

Then, her nostrils twitched almost imperceptibly, like a keen hunting dog catching the scent of its prey.

In an instant, her expression turned serious, a hint of surprise flashing in her previously calm eyes, and she exclaimed softly, "It really is a pill!"

"The medicinal power is condensed to the point of being substantial, as if an invisible force is surging within it; the fragrance is subtle and profound, unlike the overpowering aroma of ordinary pills; it is full of vitality, as if it contains the life force of life... This quality, this aura, the refining time must have been no more than half a month!"

"Young Miss, you are wise! I share this view, which is why I dared not act on my own initiative..."

Upon hearing the woman's words, Lao Bai quickly echoed her, his voice tinged with nervousness and urgency, his tone even more respectful, as if afraid the woman would blame him for his earlier hesitation.

His body leaned slightly forward, his hands unconsciously making a respectful gesture, his eyes filled with piety and awe.

"Is the owner of this elixir outside?"

"Is he a reclusive, highly accomplished master?"

The woman raised her eyes, and for the first time her gaze truly fell on Lao Bai. Her gaze was like a sharp blade, filled with inquiry and scrutiny.

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if she wanted to find the answer in Lao Bai's face.

"No no no,"

Old Bai waved his hands repeatedly, an incredulous look appearing on his face, as if he were talking about something beyond his imagination. "The other party... is a very young-looking man, around twenty years old."

"When I first saw it, I was also greatly surprised. I really couldn't believe that such a precious elixir could come from the hands of such a young man."

"Oh?"

A fierce interest flashed in the woman's alluring eyes, an interest that burned like a flame, instantly illuminating her entire face.

Her red lips parted slightly, and a charming smile appeared on her face. "Interesting...please invite him in."

Her voice was soft and magnetic, as if it possessed an invisible magic.

"Yes!"

Old Bai bowed and retreated, his steps very light, as if afraid of disturbing this moment of tranquility.

His body was slightly bent, like a loyal servant who, upon receiving his master's command, swiftly and respectfully went to carry out the task.

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A moment later, Xiao Chen was led by Lao Bai into the extremely luxurious yet mysterious suite.

Inside the suite, a crystal chandelier casts a soft yet dazzling light, illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime; priceless paintings hang on the walls, each seemingly telling an ancient and mysterious story; thick Persian carpets cover the floor, soft and comfortable underfoot, as if walking on clouds.

Old Bai slipped out silently, his footsteps so light they barely made a sound. He then gently closed the door, the soft "click" sound like a key that unlocked a mysterious world.

Xiao Chen's gaze, sharp as a hawk, immediately fell upon the woman in the cheongsam on the sofa. The woman possessed a graceful figure, the cheongsam clinging tightly to her body, outlining her perfectly curvaceous figure.

The patterns on the cheongsam are exquisite, like a flowing scroll painting, exuding a unique charm.

A slight surprise flashed through Xiao Chen's mind, like a ripple on a calm lake.

Based on Zhou Keying's previous description and the magnificent scale of the Qinren Club, he originally thought that the person in charge would be a dignified and profound old man with an imposing presence. That old man might have gray hair, deep eyes, and a weathered face. However, he did not expect that she would be such a young and charming woman with a powerful aura.

She was like a poppy blooming in the darkness, beautiful yet dangerous, making people want to get closer, yet also inspiring awe.

How could such a young woman control such a vast power?

A sense of doubt and curiosity welled up in Xiao Chen's heart. It seemed that this world was indeed like a deep and unfathomable ocean, full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and countless unknown secrets and surprises.

"Please take a seat."

The woman in the cheongsam stretched out her slender hand, her fingers long and white like bamboo shoots, and pointed to the sofa opposite her. Her movements were extremely elegant, as if every gesture had been carefully crafted.

Her voice was soft and melodious, like the song of a nightingale, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly and sat down calmly. His posture was composed and confident, as if everything was under his control.

The woman personally picked up a purple clay teapot that was being heated on a small red clay stove. The teapot had a simple and elegant shape and emitted a faint luster.

With practiced ease, she poured Xiao Chen a cup of clear tea. The aroma of the tea immediately rose gently, like delicate ribbons spreading through the air.

The aroma of the tea is fresh and delicate, instantly making one feel relaxed and refreshed.

She put down the teapot, her lips curving into a perfectly balanced smile, warm and captivating like the spring sunshine.

She introduced herself: "I am Murong Wan, and I am temporarily in charge of this Qinren Club."

"I wonder... how should I address this gentleman?"

Her gaze swept over Xiao Chen, like a bright star, filled with undisguised inquiry and interest, as if she wanted to find some clues in him.

"Xiao Chen".

Xiao Chen's answer was simple and direct, like a clear bell ringing in the room.

He picked up the teacup and took a small sip. The tea was mellow and had a long aftertaste; it was indeed a good tea. But his mind was elsewhere at the moment.

Upon hearing this, Murong Wan's smile deepened, her petal-like red lips curving into a more alluring expression. Her eyes sparkled with a captivating charm that seemed capable of stealing one's soul.

She tilted her head slightly, her voice soft and melodious, with a captivating charm: "Xiao Chen... what a good name, cool and powerful, as if it carries a unique allure."

"However, judging from our ages, I seem to be a few years older than you. If you don't mind, I'll call you 'little brother,' shall I?"

"That way we can appear closer."

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, her posture as alluring as a languid cat.

It seems they're planning to use their charms on Xiao Chen. (End of Chapter)